Pants 3: Anna 0

So let me preface this by saying that I have been unemployed since September, and as such Laundry Duties are usually mine.

The scene this morning, around 8am:

SSH: “I have no pants.”
Me: “No pants? But I did laundry last Tuesday.”
SSH: “All my pants are in the hamper.” <points to empty closet rack, containing only empty hangers and no pants>
Me: “How did you wear every pair of pants you own since last Tuesday?!”

Turns out his usual work jeans had escaped behind the hamper, and I’d not washed them with the rest of the clothing. So he went off to work in his least-rumpled pair of Khakis (Downy Wrinkle Releaser is a WONDERFUL MAGICAL THING).

Pants 1

I set out to do the rest of the laundry. Separated, etc. Set the first load – which was mostly pants (both his and mine) – in the washer, went to turn it on… and I was out of laundry soap.

Pants 2

So I found some more laundry soap under the sink (Thank Whatever for Target having the soap we use on clearance a few months back so I bought an extra bottle). Did the wash, etc. Wash machine beeps loudly, I transfer the soggy pants into the dryer and turn it on.

At which point I find myself standing in a cloud of flying fuzz.

Let me explain. Yesterday was Anti-Bugs-In-House day, whereby we put down more borax in the attic and baseboards and stuff, and SSH put spray foam (aka: Great Stuff) in any holes in the brick and whatever. Apparently this included the dryer vent, and thus required that the dryer hose be disconnected. I, not noticing this, turned on the dryer. The hose, disconnected, blew dryer lint all over my kitchen.

Pants 3.

I’m glad I wore a frigging skirt.

(Oh, and no. There are STILL no clean pants. I will update if the pants score more points.)